Letra de 'Fighter (feat. Damian Marley)' de Baby Cham

We make it but we did ting our way
Gotta give thanks and praises each day
We hustle real hard so we control our future
Tun it up!

Like a beacon on the mountain
Shining through like the rising Sun
So shall it be for the faithful
The one’s who never stop till di work is done
We grind cause the system
Does not favour the common man
But we shall reap the riches
Plentiful like the grain of sands

Wi no quit wen wi a struggle
Man a fighter from wi born
Wifey haffi ask a from hustling mi gone
Bruk an touch di road mi no comeen till dawn
So wen mi seh sen on, yuh betta sen it on
Screw dem modda ever seh wi use like a pawn
It’s all about di money, now a dat wi a demand
Ain’t looking for no trouble but a years dat a gwaan
So mek wi tun it on, di light inna di storm

Like a beacon on the mountain
Shining through like the rising Sun
So shall it be for the faithful
The one’s who never stop till the work is done
We grind cause the system
Does not favor the common man
But we shall reap the riches
Plentiful like the grain of sands

I got di spirit of a fighta, neva Eva quit
Waa my future to be brighta, tiyad a di shit
Run weh di politician dem, cah none a dem nuh fit
Wi haffi look out fi wiself and defend our benefit
Yow show mi di light, I wanna see di light
Bredda, show mi di light, I wanna see di light
Yes, don’t wanna fight, don’t really wanna fight
Just show mi di light, and mek it shine bright

Like a beacon on the mountain
Shining through like the rising Sun
So shall it be for the faithful
The one’s who never stop till the work is done
We grind cause the system
Does not favor the common man
But we shall reap the riches
Plentiful like the grain of sands

Yow if a devil ting wi bun it
Politics wi done it
Years dem a oppress mi but a time wi overcome it
Dem use dem politics fi try divide wi, but wi shun it
Wi mek wi owna rules, a our place a we a run it
So tell them a unity di war nah work
So man a live in unity wid Dunkirk
Junglist go Rema and go watch woman a twerk
And Matthews Lane and Gordon stop fight ova turf

Like a beacon on the mountain
Shining through like the rising Sun
So shall it be for the faithful
The one’s who never stop till the work is done
We grind cause the system
Does not favor the common man
But we shall reap the riches
Plentiful like the grain of sands